“There’s a kitty! There’s a kitty!” somebody watching far from Citi Field yelled with delight last night. No need to identify who it was (ahem).
As one who has herded cats and moved them into a new home, I can tell you they get even more disoriented than longtime fans trying to find their way around unfamiliar ballparks. But give everybody time and each species eventually finds its comfort zone.
In any event, good to see the Met tradition of running around cluelessly lives on. It’s just too bad Reyes overslid second.